In Cod We Trust

My brother-in-law went out East awhile ago to Halifax, Nova Scotia. Naturally, I asked that he send me some postcards. Upon his return he proudly exclaimed that he found some awesomely amazing postcards that I’d love. He didn’t have stamps so he asked a friend there to mail them.

I waited with great anticipation for days, until days turned into weeks. It’s a mystery what happened to the postcards. It fills me with great sadness to never know the amazingness that was so close and yet never to be.

In lieu of them, here’s a fine specimen from his much earlier maritime travels: